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The past year the horror genre seems to have let down its beloved fans. Big Hollywood films getting by using simple story-lines, less appealing characters & going no where near above or beyond expectations. Still, as a fan-base we continue to watch these movies just hoping that it will gain some spark, interest or breath new life for future films or projects. Hoping to go home entertained & feel their hard earned money is well spent. Rather we are let down by most of the films that are talked up so much when the majority rarely ever live up to the hype. This past October was pretty crappy for horror fans. I remember some of the best times seeing a good horror flick was of course a given during October. Fans honestly got nothing new except for one of the worst films I’ve seen in a while Annabelle.I feel the film could have been so much better than it was in all honesty. I didn’t expect much truth be told, but I still thought it would bring some good edges. I couldn’t have been more wrong. Annabelle the doll itself is just plain boring, she doesn’t have a personality, nor any character, she’s visually just scary you could say. The whole film felt very rushed & forced. I hope 2015 has a lot more in store for horror fans, it seems like indie-horror is really taking over which is awesome.

Storms erupted with crackles of thunder throughout the mist of the night. The night was breathing heavy with a windy bliss. The house was silent as could be, after all it’s been abandoned for 11 years. Still rotting & sitting , left untouched since it was closed down. The crimes committed were never talked about again, the local town people knew to never go near that house. People have said the house looks like it’s always watching as people walk near. Never look in the top windows during the day they say. To Be Continued……

She wasn’t the richest but certainly not poor, selling her artwork consisting all types of paintings & odd drawings. The most popular one was her best seller she called “The Man” in her dreams. She claimed he always came for a late night visit unwelcomed or not. The lady gradually became more & more obsessed with this mystery man in her dreams. She actually started to live inside her dreams creating her own reality. “The Man” gifted & drove her envisions with beautiful ideas & creations for her beloved artwork. He explained to the woman that he would reveal his true identity in human form if she agreed, she did. police received a distress call near the apartment complaining of a horrible scream. The woman was found dead in her apartment white as a ghost. A painting was found behind, legend has it that “The Man” is actually stuck in the painting and scared his only true love to “death”.

What is life to you? Do we actually have an understanding of our kind? Think as the puzzle was never put together, but pieces are here for you to connect. Not a day is the same as I envision this dark cold world through my window that hides a beautiful mirage of beauty. All I see is a world completely disconnected by separation & jealousy over things that don’t matter. Friends have come & gone for the better, seems now days it’s all for show. People’s true emotions are stuck & frozen dead in the ground shut. The saying goes “Product Of Their Own Environment”

October 31st , the night of ghouls & ghosts. Dressed as creatures unknown, the fog & mist seams above. Laughter with sacks of candy run down house by house. He watches from a distance, his birthday is every Hallows’ Eve. The town never found his body but he’s here. Maybe not alive & well but he’s always watching from a far. Snatching kids one by one each year without a trace. The mans face was filled with the lost souls of the Trick ‘R Treater’s as they gave him the name Natas.

The night was dark & sought with fear, leafs we’re falling from the strong wind in the early stages of fall. The depressed son was at his verge in life, everyone disappointed him, he was too misunderstood. Darkness is all he saw, pitch black, evil took over every inch of his soul. A smirk came upon him as he laid in the graveyard, the possession was “real”

Your mind was racing, everything settled with pure darkness, silence is very key at these type of moments in life. You were nervous and anxiety had settled in. The cold wind was blowing upon everyone’s faces. The blank stares of the friends and foes glaring each and every way. Darkness had taken over and you knew it had won. The control you contributed was none on your part as you let it ease you over. The guilt filed with emotion and pain will suffer for eternity. This world makes you a bad person, and honestly it wasn’t your fault. Everyone’s to blame here, darkness has been here and wont ever be going away…..